He blushes, ducking his head a little, and sways back and forth in the seat. How do you tell people something like what he is? What he can do? It's... ridiculous, really. Insane.

"It's... less that they're not appreciated so much as I don't know what to do with them." He breathes in and out and runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it even worse.

"I'm a kid from a farm in Kansas who can send a man flying sixty feet with a flick of my finger. Who can fly with a thought. Who can---" he shakes his head with a sigh, "who can take a shotgun to the face and still be talking to you. And I was going to be a veterinarian because I guess I thought..." he breathes in and out, "like I said, I guess I thought it was safe. Good I could do without... cheating and using all these things that make me different from other people. But..."

He shrugs.

"It seems like running away from it too. And running away from who and what you are seems like a bad life choice, you know?"